A selective empathetic is a more sinister evil than the outright unempathetic. The unempathetic is quite small in numbers, and are under more scrutiny. The selective empathetic is one of reflective desire, picking and choosing those to be glad for and wishing to prosper based off of desired personal gain, gain that involves putting others down in the process. This level of empathy is pure submission to outside preachers, outside systems, media, literature, art, and economics, and represents a dark and fallible inner sense. Letting things simply happen, apathetic to their greater truth, nihilistic in meaning, and a walking product of guiding forces around them. A pure empathetic is empathetic to all in all situations, noticing the humanity in all. It is sad to notice the selective empathetic being a prevalent and lauded endeavor, when the qualities of such selective empathetic are thought of also as manipulation. A great contradiction in social morality and personal character judgeme
Let alive what won't
Miss the inner character
Without music, it left
Wearing the burden of life within the silk
Destruct the fortitude inside;
It had complete control
What was the truth?
Hints of agony buried in a rubbled chapel
With clarity, none of it could be restored
The ignorant truth lie ahead
Searching emptiness for matter
"Life without it is still worth living," they told
Harping the soul without worth
It left those to find it
Before, the sheets had masked it behind
Now, it's masked in front
Most lived without knowing
It had left a hole
The cause unbeknownst
Past times turbulent
Waves of guilt, beaches of distance
The tsunami of inhibition overtook
Frozen in a boiling ocean
Where was the lamb?
The question, unsound
A sudden flash of light down below
"The awakening of evil?"
The force of a thousand demons rescued
It was evil, it was calm
Fighting the thought of turmoil
The demons spoke
"We are you."
This poem is about the guilt of losing faith against the reasoning inside an atheist mind. Your thoughts never leave.
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